Lyrics: Bizzy Bone: Carbon Monoxide: Enigma
Bizzy Bone
[Laughing] Oh shit.
[As Elmer Fudd]: Be vewy vewy quiet. I’m hunting wabbits.
I’ma let my nuts hang, nigga.
In these tight pants until the buck spray
Or with a 12 gauge
I don’t give a fuck
Nigga fuck them
Anybody everybody with a bottle
No lie without my army
I ain’t sorry
Lil’ nigga this Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Set it off say shorty got the Mossberg
Man the gun so big it’ll blow a nigga brain into crosswords
Lil’ Ricky better run swerve
It’s that’s soft shores ’cause the goddamn Converse
Chicken dippin’ like it’s toss served
But those lost words be the same but I saw worse
I had the sauce first
I let it thaw thirstin’ at y’all
Never get an egotistical without a flaw
Standing there with no one beside you like guards
Drippin’
I ain’t trippin’
Got a couple of ’em dawg
Listen to me pimpin’
This is Cleveland nigga
We get even nigga
Don’t be afraid of Steven
I’ll let big boy
Hit you with a cig boy
I’m like Siegfried
With that vulture breathin’
An enigma
And that culture need ’em
And I’m all the reason
I’ma load my nina
‘Cause it looks like a nigga gonna often need her
When I all see ’em runnin’ like a mile a millimeter
But I am a good leader
I give you another banger
I give you another heater
Remember me muthafucka
The pill in the album cover
I’m one of the tower brothers
The 50 in Power brother
The Michael of our brother
The cyclical nature that circles all around the Cavaldi brothers
It wouldn’t touch a nigga money
Got the salary brother
Micky and Mallory brother
I got that cal on me brother
Without no product you muthafuckas
I’m about to pull the musket out
And let it off in this muthafucka
Watch your mouth
You niggas soft in this muthafucka
Bet the industry just tossed you out
You all slaves on the label
Lil’ goddamn cocksuckers
Y’all livin’ off show money
Get paid every first of the month
Now that’s mo’ money
Lil’ B from the grave at the crossroads
When I look at my sons
Say “That’s your money”
Murda murda murda
I am general
You little niggas sure ain’t sweet
These niggas think we never runnin’
I’m on TMZ
And I’m a free emcee
I got love for the young bulls
But that’s me
Lil’ Lay in the building chasin’ around lil’ children
My niggas hunt
I can’t front
But I’m chillin’
My artillery is steady
Get heavy muthafuckin’ place that I’ma go
So I be ready
Po-po been already here
Run out the back with the beer
Hopefully they will not follow me
Or I will pull out my pistol and pew pew
Damn it’s all in my DM
Bitch I’ma call when I see ’em
Soon as they over eighteen and your money is gone
I’ma see how you bein’
Niggas is stealing my cams
Rippy to yams yeah
Rippy to yams
And all of my people that roll with the Bone
When I’m comin’ to give what we stand
Po-po been already here
Run out the back with the beer
Hopefully they will not follow me
Or I will pull out my pistol and pew pew
Listen to me pimpin’
This is Cleveland nigga
We get even nigga
Don’t be afraid of Steven
I’ll let big boy
Hit you with a cig boy
I’m like Siegfried
With that vulture breathin’
An enigma
And that culture need ’em
And I’m all the reason
I’ma load my nina
‘Cause it looks like a nigga gonna often need her
When I all see ’em runnin’ like a mile a millimeter